Easing his muzzle down into the head hole in the massage table, Freddie attempted to relax. But the moment Satura's fingers found his neck, they both realized just how stiff and stressed he was. Though lithe, his muscles were like knots, each one resisting any urge to properly relax and ease up their tension. Where Gantuhar moaned and groaned merrily, Freddie's higher voice was one of more struggling gasps and grunts. One by one, his muscles began to lose their tension, making his form more supple and pliable, capable of understanding touch as a benefit rather than something to be feared. And with each new application of massage oil, laden with jeeta, he could feel that tingling warmth shooting through him.

The touch of Satura's fingers and palms on his neck and shoulders gave way to the sensation of pressure upon his back. While he might not be able to feel the surface of his skin, there was a definite need for his muscles there to be worked, and slowly he could feel himself almost melting against the massage table. Well, most of him was melting, while the jeeta in the massage oil was making one part of him stiffer than ever before, and Freddie was starting to dread the moment he'd be told to roll over. Still, he closed his eyes and simply tried to enjoy it for all the massage was worth.

Still, he couldn't help but giggle a bit when Satura got to working his mostly-furred rump, and his tail instinctively flicked up and out of the way.